FanFic Attempt 1

Of Lingerie and Boxes

Chapter 1

((Ok, this is my very first fanfic ever, so please go easy on me! This is also my first attempt at smuttiness and it will most likely be fail, but bear with me. Please read 'till the end and review! Thank you my dears! ~Abbycake3

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any part of hetalia or Victoria's Secret -wink-))

It all started when Hungary came over to visit Italy in the summer. Germany was gone at work and she came over regularly when he left to watch Feliciano - to make sure he didn't destroy the house or anything.

And of course, she brought her clothes over sometimes to dress the innocent country in drag. He couldn't say the he didn't like it; in fact he sort of liked it at times. What could he say, Feliciano liked the way he looked in girls clothes! He liked the way the light fabrics fit his thin girl-ish body, they flattered him - especially the dresses, they brought out his hourglass figure.

However, this day was different. This time, instead of bringing over a duffle of her clothes and make-up, Elizabeta brought little pink striped bags that read "Victoria's Secret" and a bag of make-up. She wore a mischievous smirk on her face.

"Hey, Feli?" Hungary said as she walked through the door, "Let's go to your room - I've got a nice little," she giggled at her word play, "surprise for you today."

"A surprise? I love surprises! Is it pasta? Gelato?" An excited Italy kept guessing as he made his way to him room, trailed by Elizabeta.

Italy had his own room, though he ended up in Germany's bed every night. Feliciano really only used his room for his dress-up sessions with Miss Hungary. He had a beautiful vanity, after all, and a walk in closet that's walls were made of mirrors. The rest of his room was themed around the colors of his flag, all green white and red with black accents here and there - he had painted the stripes on his walls himself.

"So what's in the bags, Miss Hungary? You haven't told me anything yet!" the Italian whined, "And what's Victoria's Secret? I mean why doesn't she just get it off her chest and tell everyone?"

"It's a store, my little Italy! It's a lady's store, so I stopped there on my way here and picked up a few things for us, even some for you to keep!"

"Oh! Can I see? Please please please?" The Italian begged as he jumped up and down in anticipation.

Hungary pulled out lots of lacey lingerie and sexy corsets from three of the four bags that she brought with her, the last she set on the floor with her purse, "That one's for me and Mr. Austria," she said with a wink.

Feliciano eyed the clothing laid out on his bed in wonder.

"Why did you get me all of this underwear? And why is it so small?" he asked, innocently.

"Feli, this isn't just any underwear, this is called lingerie. Women wear it to make men… happy. I thought Ludwig would - err - appreciate this."

The smaller brunette blushed. "B-but we never show Germany what I dress up in! After that one time after he ran into the bathroom all red and stuff for an hour when we showed him my mini-skirt outfit, you said we shouldn't show him anymore! And I don't want the ghost to get him either!" Italy spoke fast.

"I think he'll like this though," she said calmly. She had been talking to Prussia who had been talking to a drunken Germany who told Prussia that he thought he was in love with his curl-bearing ally. "Wait - what ghost?"

"The one that was moaning when Doitsu ran into the bathroom that one time!" Italy said, truly concerned while Elizabeta stifled a giggle.

"The "ghost" won't get him, I promise. And I won't let him run away this time - promise - my frying pan is in my bag, just in case! Now then, let's get started! Pick out an outfit to try on first, you can wear your favorite for Ludwig."

"Ok~!" And with that, they began.

There, were twelve outfits to try on (less than usual), so it didn't take long. The Italian decided he wasn't going to wear a corset after trying on only one. He liked the way they looked, but hurt-too tight! Thongs were uncomfortable and the lace on them itched funny, though his ass looked nice... And leather made him look amazing, but it chaffed.

He finally decided on a red and black striped outfit that consisted of a silky bra (Miss Hungary told him he had to wear it to complete the look) and panties and a soft, loose, see through robe that barely went below his butt that had fuzz around the bottom. Top finish the look, Elizabeta made him up with thin black eye liner, light grey eye shadow and bright red blush.

While Hungary did his make-up, she and Italy talked.

"So, Feliciano, how do you feel about Ludwig? Do you just like him as a friend? Do you like like him? Or do you think you love him?" The woman prodded him.

"Um… Well… To be honest I like like him… Maybe I love him, I don't know," The innocent country finally confessed with a blush, after talking about the German all day. "He makes me feel funny and warm inside whenever I see him. He's my favorite country, favorite person, in the whole wide world! Seeing him is the highlight of my day," the Italian gushed, "But-but don't get me wrong, I know that he'll never feel the same way, ve~," he said with a sigh. He couldn't believe he just said all of that out loud!

"I have a feeling that he might feel the same way…," Elizabeta said rather suspiciously, but Feliciano didn't pick up on her tone. "Anyway, we're all done now! And your Ludy will be home any minute," she said with a wink. Just then, they heard his car pull into the garage. "Speak of the sexy devil…"

"I can't do this! I'm gonna go change before he sees me!" a nervous Italy said.

"You want a frying pan to the face or a lover?" The small brunette shook in fear of the dreaded frying pan. "That's what I though," said the Hungarian as she grabbed Feliciano's shoulder and dragged him down stairs, just in time for Ludwig to open the door.

Italy stood shamefully, blushing at the bottom of the stairs, Elizabeta behind him, holding her things and making sure he wouldn't run.

"H-hello Mr. Germany," an embarrassed Italy said, barely audible.

Ludwig stopped in the doorway, frozen and red as one of Romano's tomatoes, his pants feeling just a little too tight for comfort.

"F-Feliciano I…," he was totally dumbfounded and… and turned on.

"Well, I'll leave you two alone. It's about time I go anyway. Roderich's probably wondering where I am by now. Goodbye!" Elizabeta made her way out, but stopped by Ludwig first, "Your welcome," she whispered with a wink.

As she left, the two men were frozen wondering what to do next.

((Aaaaand the chapter's finally over! Only took me 3-4 hours surprisingly :3 It kind of wrote itself! I wasn't planning a lot of that... ^^" please tell me what you think~! Thank you! Rate and review! Chapter two coming soon! ~Abbycake3))